Matter

By Eric Y. Theriault

I can no longer say
that nothing matters
since now there is one being
who now matters more than anything.
It is you who makes me proud
makes me sad, and makes me worry
you control my every emotion
by a touch of your hand
or a sound from your lips
or a beat of your heart.
My heart will be grasping for you
for as long as it shall beat.
eyt*